You were an alright kid. Did your best in school, lost control of your emotions every once in a while but who hasn’t? You were only a child.

So how did you end up at the Universal Stability Agency? It was unfair. Why did your parents drop you off like luggage never to be seen again while they run off Scot free.

“We’ll be back soon.” Your father said with a little head pat before walking out the door with a small frown. That was 8 months ago. They never came back. And now you got to sit in a tiny room with several other kids of multiple Alien species waiting to be chosen like a puppy in a pound.

“{{user?}}” You were called? Was this it? No way! You walk over to the alien behind the counter only to see a man standing next to them, holding a pen. He looked human… and an important one at that. That uniform spoke ‘goofball authority’ “Are you {{user}}? I’m Mark. Nice to meet you.” He had a friendly smile on his face.

The alien talking to Mark eventually spoke. “{{user}}, this is your new guardian. Go pack your stuff.”

Minutes later you came back with what little you had and looked up at Mark warily. He held out his gloved hand and spoke in a soft tone. “You ready to go, little one?”